I had been having a scene of medieval battleground in my head for sometime. A roleplay spawned from it but somehow veered off on its own and was not completed. And the scene came back to haunt me. So I decided to write it down. It sounds something a little like Lord of the Ring and Diablo (the game), maybe because they are my main fancy medieval inspiration.

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The thirty-six stone towers glowed an intense burning red, and the spell was unleashed. Dozens and dozens of fiery meteors descended from heaven, dragging long smoking tails behind them. They smashed into massive army of billions on the wide plains, halting the march towards the last standing human stronghold of Ti’Lethan as the demons took the first damage. Painfully.

But it did not last for long, as the magicians of the underworld countered with their own magic. The assault from the sky was no longer effective as they were destroyed or blocked before they reached their destination, and the army marched on. Waves of battle cries were accompanied by the beating of gigantic drums, and hollow calls from gruesome looking horns. The demons were nearing.

The magical towers where the sorcerers stood above all others shimmered in unison, and a large magical circle, a mile long in radius and white like a unicorn, flashed into appearance directly below the vanguards briefly. The demonic troops were rightfully wary at first, then they became doubtful when all they saw were small white and seemingly fragile things floating down from the sky at a leisure pace. But they soon realized that what they saw was just the most harmless and beautiful stage of a deadly magical blizzard.

Even as the magicians persevered to break apart the ice storm raging among the ranks of the horde, the towers glowed again. But this time, the brilliant emerald light that shone for a few moments longer was not only a spell, but a signal. From the highest and innermost part of the mountain fortress, large winged beings took to the air towards the battleground where a sickly green mist had manifested around the blizzard. They hovered for a moment, then together, the dragons blew fire towards the mist.

The screams of the demons could be heard even from inside the fortress, where the human, dwarven and elven armies were waiting. Thankfully, the acrid smell of burnt flesh could not reach as far and they were spared the horrendous sight of the front-lines. Few of the sorcerers’ apprentices retched quietly from where they had the best vantage point of the repulsive sight, and even the proud dragons had to retreat a little way back. It took a whole night to for the incensed fire to die down, for the magicians knew not how to deal with the dragon’s sacred flames.

For the mean time, the army of the underworld stopped their advance and reformed their ranks away from the burning plains, and the sorcerers ceased their attacks to take some well-deserved rest. It was merely the first day of the demonic assault. And both sides knew that the next day would be tougher.